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Gee. I'm sort of lost here. For the first time in WEEKS, I had a hair appointment because my roots were screaming at strangers as I passed them in Kroger. They were shouting things like, "QUIT LOOKING AT US!" and "WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT...HAVEN'T YOU SEEN BAD ROOTS BEFORE?" Mostly the poor, innocent strangers just turned away in horror and tried to ignore me and my screaming roots. So! What does this mean? What is my point? It means that my kids are at my mother's due to the fact that PDaddy is shooting another wedding tonight....which is leaving me home alone for at least the better half of the evening. The yard guys are here working on their first landscaping project, I've been colored, snipped, and flat-ironed, so I'm beautiful and you'll just have to take my word for it. What's a girl to do? Everyone I know is doing something. I'm alone. Well, Ms. PacMan is here. I guess I could go visit with her and try to beat my high score of 13 trazillion points. There is that. Hhhhhm. Ya know...I think I'll go to Kroger and pretend like I'm one of those hair commercial girls and swish my non-roots at people. Whoohooo! Try not to be jealous people. Try not to be jealous! One day, you'll get to go to Krogers and play hair commercial too. For now, it's all about me.